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...dozen years, Dr. Richard Doll, Britain's most famed physician-statistician, had been testing and comparing a dozen treatments for gastric ulcers (those in the stomach proper). Sadly he had concluded that no drugs helped an ulcer to heal, though peace of mind, bed rest and nonsmoking did some good. Then a drug company offered Dr. Doll something called carbenoxolone, which is a chemical modification of a substance extracted from licorice...
...Doll's research showed that car benoxolone has no effect on the more common duodenal ulcers, and it has some unwanted side effects on gastric ulcer patients; about 20% suffered from water retention, and others suffered from a rise in blood pressure. Both groups needed a second drug to control these symptoms. If a gastric "ulcer" patient gets no benefit from the licorice medicine, says Dr. Doll, this may be a desirable early warning that he should have surgery...
...just may be that Lainie Kazan,* 24, was. When Brooklyn-born Lainie signed on as understudy to Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl, she was unsure it would last, and promptly developed an ulcer. But she set to work sandwiching in acting lessons, music lessons and a few TV appearances whenever possible. Twice each week she did the show in the understudy rehearsal, but for ten long months Lainie's opening-night shivers had to wait. Healthy and unhoarse, Streisand never missed a performance...
Spanier's return to New Orleans was something of a sentimental journey. Dr. Alton Ochsner Sr. operated on him in 1939 for a perforated ulcer. He then gave a cornet to Alton Ochsner Jr. It was Muggsy's own idea to go back to New Orleans recently, when he was still suffering from the effects of a collapse last summer in Detroit. The diagnosis: acute pulmonary congestion, though he may also have some emphysema (see preceding story). It was his idea to play a cornet for the test-the cornet he had given to young Alton...
...much of a good thing makes Jack a dull, ulcer-ridden boy. After three weeks of concentrated intellectuality exams begin to seem anticlimatic. Dining halls fill up instantly at 12:00 and 5:30 with studiers looking for lowgrade oral satisfactions to break the tedium. In the spring escapists can lounge along the Charles; in January the only alternatives are to check into the Brattle or turn to gin, either dealt or sipped. If the University wants to indulge us, it ought to cut a week out of reading and exam periods and add it to intersession, when the relaxing...